Lynn read the words as they scrolled up the screen.
Well, you certainly did pour some sugar right there, didn't you?
Do you like watching yourself fuck like a dirty little slut?
No, don't lie to yourself, Lynn... After all, these videos did get you wet, didn't they?
More than any porn you've watched.
What about the thought of a stranger watching you do these dirty things?
That gets you wet too, right?
Again, don't lie to yourself.
You see, I know you better than you know yourself.
Regardless of how you were brought up, inside you is a cum guzzling whore that is waiting to be unleashed.
Believe me, you want it unleashed.
Just think about your life has been in the last few years.
Work, sleep, an occasional vanilla fuck...
Maybe you masturbate, but I doubt that gives you much fun either.
None of the cocks you have had in your cunt have aroused you as much as you were aroused that night, have they?
Have you ever wondered why?
I'll give you some time to reflect on that...
The words crawled off screen and only the sound track remained playing on a black screen. Lynn was in shock. Whoever this was, they knew a lot about her... her public life and her private... and even, apparently, her thoughts. The worst thing was, some of the things they said about her personality and thinking seemed... well, admit it, Lynn... they were also true. Yes, she could feel the wetness down there. And reading herself described in those demeaning, dirty terms - instead of anger and outrage, they seem to be making her... well... somewhat even more... excited.
In Lynn's life, sluts were always other girls. The girls in school who knew how to attract the boys and did dirty things with them. Like Sally, who bragged about sucking off the guys in the football team. Like the girls in the cheer-leading squad who were rumored to make out with the players behind the bleachers after practice. Or Jasmine, the skanky Filipina nurse at work whom Lynn had seen emerging from the on-call intensivist's room, with her scrubs and hair in disarray practically every time a male intensivist was on night shift (and yes, Jasmine openly flirted with many of them)... and also once when that very pretty Dr. Janice was on-call. Now that's someone Lynn would even call a whore (which is exactly what the other nurses called Jasmine behind her back).
Fuck was a very dirty word for making love... but in a way, she didn't actually make love with her occasional one-night stands. There was no love, just sex.
And that word this video used for her vagina... that was so, so dirty. At home, they had never even used a word like pussy. It was always either vagina, or "the lady parts". That word... the word "cunt"... that was so dirty and demeaning. And yet, just thinking "I have a cunt" made her lady parts embarrassingly wet. How did the person who sent her the video, whoever they were, know her so well? They weren't kidding when they said they know her better than herself.
A new set of words started crawling up the screen while Joe Elliot was boasting that he was sticky and sweet from his head to his feet.
Did you think about what I said, Lynn?
Were you honest to yourself?
Do you know why the things I said seemed to cut way too close?
Because they are true, and you know that.
You aren't living your life as who you really are.
You are living your life the way your mother wanted you to be.
Like you family, relatives, and friends want you to be.
A good girl.
This is why your life feels so empty, grey, and aimless.
This is why you don't feel alive... Alive, like how you felt that night.
Do you really think that is something bad?
Can something so good really be bad?
Do you want to discover who you are?
Do you want to be free of the invisible cage that holds you in?
Think about it. What's your answer?
No? Are you too afraid to learn how to live the life you were born to live?
Don't worry - I am not going to send these videos to the hospital or post them on the internet.
You will be safe...
Well, hopefully... I mean, it's not something I can guarantee, right?
I mean, in this digital world, things always have a way of coming back.
Like these videos you made long ago.
If I found them, the chances are that someone not as nice as I am might find them too...
Unless I remember to scrub them from the place where I stored them online.
Is your answer yes?
Are you courageous enough to start this journey?
Do you want to bring color in to your black and white existence?
Do you want to live, instead of just existing?
Do you want to feel instead of going through life numb?
If you are curious enough to discover yourself, download the messaging app called Kik, and create an account for yourself.
Then send a message saying "I am ready" to the following user...
After the 2nd time she repeated that video, Lynn reached out to her notepad and wrote down the username in shaky handwriting. It was only around the 3rd or 4th time she viewed it that she understood the subtle, rambling, and loosely worded threat. That hadn't actually been necessary. The wetness soaking her white cotton panties was proof enough of that. The fact that she wanted to read those dirty, demeaning (and true) words over and over again was proof of that.